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by her labors.
For even they are blest to whom it has happened to know and appreciate a character like hers.
They made her a tomb, in the beautiful Monument Cemetery, beneath the shadow of a stately cedar.
Nature itself, in the desolation of advancing winter, seemed to join in the lament that such loveliness and worth was lost to earth.
But with returning summer, the branches of her overshadowing cedar are melodious with the song of birds, while roses and many flowering plants scatter fragrance to every passing breeze as their petals falling hide the dark soil beneath.
The hands of friends have planted these — an odorous tribute to the memory of her they loved and mourn, and have raised beside, in the enduring marble, a more lasting testimony of her worth.
The tomb is of pure white marble, surmounted by a tablet of the same, which in alto relievo, represents a female figure ministering to a soldier, who lies upon a couch.
Beneath, is this inscription: “Erected by her friends
in memory of
Anna M. Ross,
died, December 22, 1863.”
Her piety was fruitful of good works.
The friendless child, the fugitive slave, and the victim of intemperance were ever objects of her tenderest solicitude.
When civil war disclosed its horrors, she dedicated her life to the sick and wounded soldiers of her country, and died a martyr to Humanity and Patriotism.
So closes the brief and imperfect record of a beautiful life; but the light of its lovely example yet remains.
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